PROMISE TO ALL: An embargo on this kind of thing
will be in effect from the 9th of July
The Flying Martinis never do things by halves. In two weeks we are off on a school trip to India with 23 teenagers, a biologist and his wife, a medic (whew! I won’t be having to hold anyone’s hair back while they puke except my own) and a list of stuff we can’t eat without spraying it with Dettol first.
I thought about NOT blogging it and just having a holiday from the Misssives but then I worried I might come out in hives as a result. Two years of blogging and not a single week missed? Surely the crack cocaine would be easier to get out of my system.
And then I remembered why I started the Misssives in the first place. It was to record my travels. I wanted to let my friends and family hear all our holiday/travel stories without having to:
A: Actually speak to them
B: Be arsed to send postcards
C: Clock up international phone charges
I first started to think about writing a diary when I went to Finland with 12 of my own students for two weeks. Instead, I wrote regular emails about the jolly japes of my students’ X-rated sexual activities, the damage done to Scottish-Finnish relations when a fight erupted in a sauna as a result of a lad from Inverness being insecure in his genital size/general sexuality, and the delights of Finnish cuisine.
Apparently my indiscretions at the expense of my students made some of my pals laugh and some emails even got forwarded on with headers like “Anyone know how to contact the British Ambassador to Finland? Misssy needs help” and “I can’t believe she ate Egg Butter*”
Two months later I was off on a school trip to Sri Lanka, so I started a travel blog.
One month after I came back from Sri Lanka I realised that I needed to keep writing even though I didn’t have the excuse of travelling. The fillers in between trips kind of took over, you may have noticed. But even though the Misssives have become a different animal over the two years, I’ve still enjoyed travel blogging my occasional trips to Thailand, Holland and Paris.
So, next month The Misssives go back to their roots and become a travel blog once more. I hope you’ll join me. I promise to keep it in the style you are used to, where people are gently mocked, my children are unfairly quoted and ridiculed, Meeester’s every flaw is exposed for the delight of others and I come out of it all looking like a flipping superhero.
I solemnly make this promise to you: whilst in India I will not go all spiritual and hippy trail on you, I will not sit in the Lotus position even once, I will not adopt a brown baby like Madonna or Jolie, and I will most certainly not ever utter the words,
“This place is magical”.
Even if it is.
*Finnish cuisine can be summed up by the dish “Egg Butter”. Fact: Egg butter is the reason the Russians or the Nazis didn’t invade Finland.
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June 24, 2008. children, India, kids, school trips, teenagers, The Flying Martinis, travel, vacation holiday luggage trips baggage, vacations. .
